Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.